Sent you a box with one brown shoe
Man I wish I was that shoe
You'd open me up & put me away
wear me tomorrow not today
But that's alright it is your right
There's no other path you'd rather find
All your bad memories are left behind
Pack my bags go mountain high
moved in with some old Italian guy
His nights are long my nights are cold
Probably cuz your all I hold
But that's alright I'm satisfied
Just can't point finger at the blind
We'd light it up like the fourth of july
Guess I'll wait on the other side
A simple place is what I need
Crack the egg to plant the seed
A child that can't catch up to speed
Or let alone stay on my feet
Bartender keep me around serve me up some rock & rye
I swallow it down like it be spanish fly
keep me in the poor house just to give yourself some peace of mind
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